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The little boy was immediately sent flying and fell to the corner of the wall. A group of children swarmed up, punching and kicking.

"Kill you to death, and see if you are still stubborn. What kind of broken holy body has long since fallen, and you still talk about it as pride."

One or two of these children have very extraordinary identities. They successfully built a foundation on this ancient star that is difficult to cultivate, and laid a strong foundation. Otherwise, these children would really be helpless to the little poor children who are born with supernatural power.

"Oh, I'm going to kill you, stop kicking." Suddenly, someone screamed.

A group of children jumped away immediately. Although they shouted fiercely, they were afraid of killing people, and they were all a little uneasy.

"It's okay, he can't die, his skin is rough and his flesh is thick, he was born a meaty sandbag. But let's stop here for today, if it breaks, whoever goes to practice with Cang Yun, the Cang family will blame us and punish us."

The group of children dispersed in a rush, and only the little boy was left, curled up in the corner, with blood on his forehead, bruises on his face, bright eyes, like a fierce little tiger, who never gave in.

Ye Fan witnessed all this calmly, walked into the alley at this moment, looked at him and said, "Does it hurt?"

Although the little boy was only six or seven years old, he was very vigilant, stood up without saying a word, and retreated to one side.

"As a descendant of Eucharist, why was he beaten?" Ye Fan said.

The little boy still didn't speak, his dirty little face was tense, and there was a kind of distress in his immature expression, it was obvious that he was not so peaceful in his heart.

"Is the Eucharist very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.

"You are not allowed to underestimate the ancestor of the Holy Body, he is very powerful and invincible!" The little Po Boy finally broke out, like a little tiger, with sharp eyes.

"Then why were you beaten?"

"The world has changed, I can't practice." The little boy clenched his fists tightly. He didn't cry when he was beaten just now, but now he secretly wiped his tears and said, "If I can practice, no one can humiliate my ancestors." , people who have the blood of the heavens flowing in their bodies are not allowed!"

Ye Fan knelt down, patted his head, and sighed softly. Sure enough, the little guy was just like him in the past, and encountered the same problem.

His hand brushed over those bruises, and a ray of light flashed, and all the dark wounds on the little Po Boy's body healed, the blood on his forehead disappeared, and there were no scars left.

The little Po Boy's tense body relaxed a little, and he looked at it suspiciously, wondering why he was so kind to heal his wounds, it was quite different from the people he had seen before.

"Do you want to practice?" Ye Fan asked.

"I want to, but I can't practice, and I can't pass that pass." The little poor boy was a little discouraged, full of unwillingness, lowered his head, and pulled the hem of his tattered clothes.

"If you want to, I'll teach you, the suppression of the great way, the rules of the world, are nothing." Ye Fan said.

"Really?" The little Po Boy's big eyes lit up immediately, but they quickly dimmed again. He lowered his head and said, "We have tried many methods, but it still doesn't work."

"Do you have any relatives in your family?" Ye Fan asked.

"There is a grandfather who has bad legs and feet and is not in good health." The little poor boy replied truthfully.

You can tell from his clothes that his family background is not very good, otherwise he wouldn't be like a little beggar being chased and bullied by a group of children.

Ye Fan touched his limbs, the bones are exquisite, very suitable for cultivating Taoism.Then, he put his palm on the sea of ​​its wheel again, and it did not exceed expectations, just like he did back then, it seemed like a piece of divine iron, which was difficult to melt away.

Ye Fan shot out a golden glow from his fingertips, and it sank into the child's body with a swoosh sound. The little boy suddenly screamed and his body trembled.Its body began to glow, and the walls of every blood vessel were crystal clear, with strands of golden light spots moving.

"It's really good, there are so many golden blood in Dormant, even if it is not far from the first-generation Eucharist!" Ye Fan exclaimed.

This is a veritable descendant of the Eucharist. Even after a long time, the holy blood in his body has not diminished, and it is still surprisingly rich, but it is hidden.

This is an atavistic phenomenon, not a true holy body, but if you continue to practice, you can reach the peak and transform into the first-generation Dacheng holy body the day after tomorrow.

This is really an astonishing thing, the bloodline of the Saint Physique has been cut off in Beidou long ago, he never expected to meet a little kid here, the potential is so astonishing.

The so-called inability to practice Taoism and being suppressed by Daoism is not absolutely impossible for Ye Fan to crack.

"Uncle, can you really let me practice and break through this level?" The little boy was worried. Seeing that Ye Fan had been touching his bones without speaking, he was very disturbed.

He raised his head, his small face was full of hope, his big black and white eyes were full of longing, and he clutched the corner of his little clothes nervously.

"It's nothing to open the door of cultivation. The most difficult thing is to break through the curse. Back then, a senior god king used the blood of god to cleanse me, and almost put his life in it." Ye Fan lost his mind for a while, thinking of the peerless god Jiang Tai. False, this kind of kindness is hard to repay.

Tens of hundreds of years passed by in a hurry, and everything seemed to be still in sight. The blood of the king of gods stained his white robe, and against the sky helped him continue the way forward.

He was able to have all of this today because the white-clothed god king took his life to win it back for him, otherwise he would always be hindered and suppressed by the Tao, and it would be difficult to have the current Tao fruit.

"This road is very bumpy. My predecessors shed blood for me and sacrificed my life for my future. Now it's time for me to do something for future generations." Ye Fan said to himself.

"Uncle, can I really practice cultivation?" The little poor boy raised his head, and there were tears in his big bright eyes, which were about to fall out.

"You can! However, to truly break through the final shackles, you still have to rely on yourself and some opportunities." Ye Fan said, patted his head, and gave an affirmative answer.

Back then, the white-clothed god king must have reached the realm of a saint, washed the map with divine blood, and broke the curse of the holy body, but he almost put his life in it, and finally succeeded, but Ye Fan still suffered a great injury.

At that time, it was full of twists and turns. Ye Fan went to another country, left the Northern Territory alone, and entered the barren ancient forbidden land.

Now, his strength is also in the realm of a saint, so he can naturally wash the Dao map with blood and fight for a way forward for the little poor boy, but he doesn't know if he can avoid the hidden damage of the Dao.

This is a corner of the city, very quiet, a courtyard looks not small, but it is dilapidated, it should be an ancient building from the past.

Yang Xi had never been so happy as today, his little face was full of excitement, he pushed open the broken wooden door with a bang, and shouted: "Grandpa, I can practice cultivation now."

There are a few old trees in the courtyard with many fallen leaves. An old yellow dog barked, greeted the little boy Yang Xi, and then grinned at Ye Fan.

An old man with a limp in one foot, whose clothes were patched and torn as well, with gray hair all over his head, was very old. He put down the barrel and walked over from the well.

Yang Yunteng was old and frail, with accumulated wrinkles on his face and cloudy old eyes. He walked over, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Who are you?"

"Grandpa, he is the holy body. He is a holy body that can practice. I will be able to practice immediately if I teach Xi'er the method of cultivation. I am no longer afraid of them. No one can humiliate our ancestors. I must defeat them." A person with heavenly blood flowing in his body!"

The little Po boy yelled, extremely serious, his little face was flushed with excitement, and his little hands were clenched into fists, tightly clenched.

Ye Fan was glowing all over, and the golden blood in his body was like thunder, but he controlled the coercion very well, did not rush out, but let the old man feel the unique breath of this holy body.

He was very direct, there was nothing to hide, and he explained the purpose of coming, otherwise a child would be suspicious no matter how excitedly he yelled.

The old man was stunned, and at the next moment he let out a dull growl, as if he had suppressed it for many years, like an old lion, roaring sadly: "God is pitiful, no, it has nothing to do with God, we just want to disobey God, Breaking through all obstacles, my lineage of the Holy Physique can finally practice!"

He seemed to be filled with endless gloom, and at this moment, tears flowed freely, and his wrinkled face was covered with crystals.

"Back then, our ancestors died at the hands of people with heavenly blood flowing in their bodies. We refused to accept it!" He roared angrily, as if he was infinitely depressed and aggrieved.

Years ago, after the Eucharist died in battle, his descendants set foot on the starry sky. After learning everything here, they were distraught and stopped forever. They settled down on this ancient star, and this is what happened. pulse.

"The ancestors had expected...the rules of heaven and earth might change, and the lineage of the holy body would decline more and more. I didn't expect you to go retrograde." Old man Yang Yunteng cried and laughed at times, years of depression made him look a little crazy.

This is a declining family, and the bloodline of the Holy Body has almost been cut off, but there seem to be some great secrets hidden in their hearts.

Ye Fan knew that if it weren't for the care of the envoys of past dynasties, the declining lineage of the Eucharist would have ceased to exist long ago, and it was not easy to get to where it is today.

The Holy Body family with a bleak future has some ancient secrets buried in their hearts.